Monday, September 5, 2011

I don't even do tech drawing. I do Home Ec, and a godforsaken subject it is.
Our teacher is doing something with the TYs today, and she just gave us work to do on some sheets, exam papers and stuff.
I tell ya, there's a fine art to typing quietly in this room. You have to wait for the occasional clamber of t-squares and drawing boards to get a few words in quickly.

I should do my Home Ec, but I can't concentrate on it. I'll probably do it at home, or in study... I have till Thursday, but with me I might as well have all year because I WILL end up leaving it until the night before.

I'm just talking about nothing now, sorry about that.

I would love a cup of tea. I had some this morning but I don't even remember drinking it. I remember waking up at three minutes to six, and my alarm didn't sound the first time, it just vibrated. Weird.

Teacher left, gonna get some typing in now.

I would very much appreciate a pot of Earl Grey tea with some jaffa cakes. Or fig rolls. Locate me and deliver, yo. I'm doing a little Home Ec, as in I look down at the page every so often and write about three words. I did say a little...

Twenty minutes until lunch. I'll give you a sat nav for that tea if you want.
Please?

EDIT: Theres a computer at the top of the room running Windows Server 2000. Wow.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

The utterance of the word and the flick of a finger in the direction of the ceiling was enough to tell me that an eight-legged intruder was watching, waiting, and that action had to be taken.

Though I was shaken from the mere realisation of the beast's presence, I clambered up the stairs to retrieve my bristle-ended weapon - the sweeping brush. I picked it up carefully, as though its overwhelming spider-repelling powers might mistake me for a web-spinner. I gripped it firmly, and slowly, carefully, made my way back down the stairs. Each step became a mile, and beads of cold sweat began to form on my brow.

I poked the door of the kitchen open with the end of the brush, to discover that a single thread was hanging from the ceiling, a little heavy with dust. It was odd, it had clearly hung for a few days, at the very least, but had escaped my notice until that moment. I moved forward, counting my steps in my head, as though doing otherwise would cause the spider to go into a frenzy.

I reached my target. The arachnid's six eyes burned into me, as though it knew what I was about to do. I braced myself, grabbed the handle of the brush and swept at the monster, missing at first, but hitting with the second blow. Then, I realised that something wasn't quite right. The spider was no longer on the ceiling, but had not fallen to the floor either.

He could only have held to the end of my weapon. I knew that the brush was useless now, I threw it across the room, screeching a war cry and seeking higher ground.

I know not where he has gone, but I did not see him emerge from the end of the brush. As I type, I am taking refuge kneeling on a kitchen chair, reacting sharply to the smallest movement or ticklish sensation. I may have lost this battle, but the war is far from over.

Thursday, May 5, 2011

GO WHERE THE JOBS ARE.If they're there now they'll absolutely be there when you leave college!

FOLLOW YOUR PASSION.But remember, it's not a hobby. You can't possibly make money from something you enjoy too much!

Know what you want to do?NO YOU DON'T!YOU WANT TO BE AN ENGINEER."But I like writing-"ENGINEER.NOW GET ENGINEING.

NFQNFQNFQNFQNFQNFQNFQNFQNFQ

"Your project is due next week.""....what project?""The project I told you to do last year that I haven't mentioned since to give you the impression that you didn't have to do it anymore!"

"Miss, I want to be an actress.""Go for it! Spend lots of time on it! You go be a good engineer.""...actress."

Now, I want you all to pick ONE CAREER. You're in fifth year, so you only have a whole year to change your mind, but you're not likely to! Write up a big project that will take up time you could be using to study important subjects or do other homework, and take this very seriously! Don't do something you don't want to do!

In celebration of this, I present to you a picture of this special tree.

It hasn't always been like that though. It was blown over like that in a storm late last year, and it's just been chillin' at a 45 degree angle to the ground ever since.

I mean, like, who doesn't like chillin' at a 45 degree angle to the floor? It was one of Michael Jackson's favourite pastimes...

Yes, I do plan to post stuff more often. Goodness knows what, but it will be soon. I can't take drawing on the trackpad anymore, and I haven't the funds for a drawing tablet, so there could be some hand-drawn goodness on the way.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Let me tell you interesting facts.I learned more Home Economics from an episode of Masterchef than I did in the last four months of Home Economics class.

True story.

Well now.

I just wanted to say that I'm alive, and that I'll be posting regularly again soon. It's just that... life called, and I'm in need of inspiration, which I feel is going to hit me like a brick to the face.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

But really, it would be great stuff. I use the trackpad of my laptop, and it can be pretty frustrating and slow to use sometimes. As well as that, I'm not actually as bad at drawing as illustrations have shown.

If, with your help, I manage to scrape together the money for a drawing tablet I PROMISE TO DRAW:

Saturday, January 22, 2011

Why? Because I can. And I just want to give you a little heads up about them.

Since I'm a secondary student without a great deal of money to spend on books and stuff, I thought I'd add them just to bring in a few sheckles. However, don't feel sorry for me and repeatedly click the ads, because I'll probably be done for Click Fraud, and that's not good.

So, if you see something that interests you vaguely, give it a click. If not, don't bother. As an advanced thank-you gift, here's some modern art by yours truly.